i miss her so much i think about her every single day (the local library)

I judge how good a book is based on how disoriented I am with my physical surroundings after closing it.

One of my favorite things about Jane Austen is that she knew the real fear wasn’t running into some terrifying Frenchman or finding your lover’s wife in the attic…it was having to spend time with someone who is slighter cooler than you are, or playing piano in front of a critical audience, or thinking a picnic will be the perfect time for your jokes but then it isn’t

my unread books will never forgive me for this quarantine if I decide to still not read them

i think this post makes more sense now than ever